Chapter 2229 – 2229. Gyeongseong 2033
Even as I sprint through the forest, the distance between me and my pursuer doesn’t seem to close. It’s not just the trees blocking my path; the timing of the arrows flying to check me is so fantastic it’s fucking infuriating.
‘It’s dark in the forest. His archery is precise… If I mishear the sound of an arrow, I’m done for.’
Is my opponent an elf? That thought even crossed my mind.
‘Falling too far behind isn’t good either. There’s a clear path ahead… Accelerate.’
*Whoosh.*
An arrow flies the moment I accelerate. I click my tongue and dodge to the side. My speed drops.
Should I use acceleration at a level that stops the world?
‘But there are too many islands. I’ll save it, not knowing what variables might pop up. I can’t use acceleration indefinitely either.’
I’m running out of breath. Just as I’m about to give up the chase and run, an arrow flies. My tense body rolls to the side to avoid it. Since I can’t see him, it’s impossible to deflect the arrows with my dagger. I only know the general direction they’re coming from by the sound.
My momentum falters as I dodge the arrow.
‘Fuck. Seriously. What a pain in the ass. Should I head to the escape zone? No, absolutely not. He’s toyed with me this much, I have to kill him.’
I start running again. Then I run into a group.
Four burly, enhanced human men with weapons in their hands stare at me.
“The prey has walked right into our trap.”
“Okay. Lucky seven.”
“We don’t want to waste our energy, so give us your sticker and we’ll let you live.”
“Even if you survive, it’s ten million yen. I believe you’ll make a good decision, friend.”
This survival game is basically an individual competition, but there’s no rule against forming teams. Considering there are 2,000 participants on the island, teaming up is a wise strategy.
I check the weapons they’re holding. An axe, a katana, a claw, and a spike. All melee weapons.
“Where’s that archer, that bastard?”
“Archer? Is this a ploy to buy time?”
“Maybe he’s lost his mind.”
They chuckle. They have no idea they’re about to die. Four against one. It made sense. Anyone would see that they had the advantage.
‘The archer lured me here, but he’s not showing himself? That bastard’s trying to get a free kill.’
I’ve been had again!
Rage surges. But there’s a stress-relief punching bag right in front of me? I can’t just pass it by. If I don’t vent my anger, I’ll die of stress. There’s no full recovery, so I can’t come back to life! Stress management is essential!
‘Accelerate.’
I throw my left-hand dagger. It hits the guy with the katana right between the eyes. The other three, who were chuckling, immediately sober up and prepare for battle.
‘So, they’re pros in their own right.’
The axe guy charges first. I pretend to meet the axe with my dagger, then deflect it to the side. The axe slides along the surface of the dagger. Before it completely falls, I push the axe away. The guy loses his balance and attacks the claw guy next to him.
‘This is what you call “shifting the blame.”‘
I was the absolute master in the Xianxia world. It would be stranger if I were to lose in a fight like this.
The axe is embedded in the claw guy’s thigh.
“Aaaargh! You crazy bastard! Is this betrayal!”
“Sorry. It was his mistake.”
From the side, the spike guy lowers his stance and closes the distance. His speed suddenly increases. He’s also an acceleration user.
‘I’ve been watching him all along. There’s no way I’d fall for that.’
I throw my right-hand dagger at the spike guy. He deflects the dagger with his spike. In that short moment, I grab the katana with my left hand and swing it. The blade draws a clean arc, slicing off the spike guy’s head. Before his head even hits the ground, I attack the others.
When the blade stops, I’m the only one standing. I pick up the katana and two daggers and pause. The fight was over in 30 seconds, but… That’s enough time for the archer to run far away.
‘It doesn’t seem like the archer would give up here…’
*Whoosh.*
An arrow flies. As if waiting for it, I dodge to the side. Then I dash in the direction the arrow came from.
‘Did he shoot about 10 arrows? Isn’t it about time he ran out?’
I can hear the archer’s footsteps. Just as I’m getting tired, the archer is also starting to tire. His legs are noticeably slowing down.
‘This tiresome chase won’t last much longer. I won’t kill him nicely.’
I see the archer’s figure, running with a hooded cloak.
I immediately take out the throwing stars I’d been saving and throw them. The archer dodges the stars by moving in a zigzag pattern.
‘He dodged my throwing stars at this distance without even looking? He has a sensory ability.’
The running archer stops.
“Have you finally given up? Did you think you could target me and get away with it? I’ll kill you miserably!”
The archer turns around. It’s a woman. An Indian woman with smooth, brown skin. Her thick black hair is braided and wrapped around her neck. I swallow hard as I look at her features. Her very three-dimensional features resembled a Bollywood actress I’d seen in a movie.
She’s wearing comfortable training clothes, and her figure is visible. Her breasts are moderately large, her waist is slender, and her hips are luscious. I can tell without seeing. It’s a firm body honed through practical training.
My dick twitches and reacts to the appearance of the beauty.
“You, you won’t die peacefully! But if you drop your weapons and spread your legs to show your surrender, you might die peacefully!”
“……”
The woman drops her bow and quiver on the ground.
Is she really surrendering? I was willing to accept her surrender.
I was wrong. The woman pulls out a gun from under her cloak.
It’s a makeshift gun, like a musket, made from various parts.
At this distance, less than 10 meters, a makeshift gun is powerful. If I didn’t have acceleration, that is.
“Is that a gun made from cyborg parts? I don’t know how you got the gunpowder, but think carefully. Do you think you can kill me with that?”
“……”
The woman remains silent. There’s no way she doesn’t understand Japanese. In this world, Japanese, along with German, is a global language.
*Bang!*
The moment the woman pulls the trigger, I use acceleration to dodge the bullet. I take a step forward, sensing victory.
*Click.*
A chilling sound and sensation from the ground. Instinctively, I use acceleration to its limit. The world stops.
‘A landmine? Is this for real?’
I jump to the side.
*Boom!*
An explosion erupts from the ground. The explosive power is weaker than I expected, probably due to a lack of gunpowder. Even if I hadn’t dodged the landmine, my legs would have been blown off, but I wouldn’t have died instantly.
The woman, having failed even with the landmine, throws away the makeshift gun and grabs knives in both hands. She doesn’t seem to have any intention of running away. I also grab a dagger in each hand and clash with her.
The woman’s swordsmanship is like a dance. She uses her flexible body like a snake to launch a series of attacks. This isn’t a martial art that can be mastered overnight. She’s definitely been training for at least 10 years.
‘But it won’t work on me.’
I don’t even need to use acceleration.
In a one-on-one fight, especially a close-quarters battle with cold weapons, there’s no way I’d lose.
She’s trained for 10 years? I’ve trained for over 100 years and have plenty of practical experience. No matter how untalented I am, what I’ve accumulated so far is beyond what an ordinary human can achieve.
The weakness of a dance-like martial art is its flow. The moment the flow is broken, a gap appears. I break her flow by deflecting her knives simultaneously, then kick her in the abdomen. The woman, who flies over 3 meters, has trouble getting up.
“I’ve won. You’re just a spoil of war now.”
I strip the woman’s clothes off and thrust my dick into her tight, brown pussy.
•••
Somewhere in Tokyo.
Kamura and several other members of the nobility gathered to watch the game. On the main screen they were watching, Murakano Katsunaga was seen raping the woman as he headed towards the escape zone.
“That man is the warrior that Kamura-san brought. To walk while raping a woman… His savagery is incredible.”
“Well, isn’t it natural for a strong man to rape a woman? It’s not particularly special. Even now, rapes are happening all over the island. Men raping women, women raping men, even same-sex rapes.”
The nobles leisurely enjoyed their sushi. On other screens, all sorts of violent videos were playing. Rape? That’s just child’s play. There were even crazy people engaging in cannibalism.
“No, everyone. That Indian woman used a makeshift gun. That’s a violation of the rules! We must impose sanctions!”
“She made the gun and even made landmines herself. Besides, she lost and became Murakano’s sex slave. Let’s leave the woman’s fate to Murakano. You’ve all seen Murakano’s brutality, haven’t you?”
Most of the nobles agreed with Kamura’s words. Using a gun is a violation of the rules. But she didn’t bring the gun, she made it herself in the survival game? Isn’t that a kind of ability? Above all, it didn’t disrupt the balance of the game.
“Hmm. I’m late, but how did that woman make the gun?”
“She killed three cyborgs and used their parts to make the gun. Judging by her background, she’s from an Indian crime organization and was raised as a killer since she was a child.”
“We checked all the cyborg’s machinery. There shouldn’t have been any gunpowder?”
“She had capsules filled with liquid gunpowder in her anus. It was an incredible determination. She was a killer who would use any means necessary.”
“So, that woman targeted Murakano. Is that a coincidence?”
“It’s probably not a coincidence. It seems someone is targeting Murakano-san. Haha.”
Kamura laughed nonchalantly. But in his mind, he was already searching for suspects.
‘It’s hard to do with just suspicion. I should send Murakano a truth serum.’
